The library was silent, save for the occasional rustle of pages turning. Liu Feng sat alone, absorbed in a book about the mysteries of the universe. His mind worked effortlessly, adapting to every concept and theory presented before him.

To others, he was a genius. But to Liu Feng, intelligence was not about knowing everything—it was about understanding. Comprehension, adaptability, and patience were his greatest strengths.

As he reached the final page of his book, a strange sensation washed over him. The air around him trembled. The words on the paper blurred. A force beyond human understanding gripped him, pulling him into an endless abyss of light.

For the first time in his life, Liu Feng experienced something he could not explain.

Then, everything went dark.

A New World

When Liu Feng opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the middle of a vast bamboo forest. The wind carried a faint scent of fresh grass, and the sky above was clearer than anything he had ever seen on Earth.

"This… isn't Earth," he murmured, his voice calm despite the impossible situation.

Before he could analyze further, rustling sounds emerged from the trees. A group of figures dressed in traditional martial arts robes surrounded him. Their expressions were cautious, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons.

An elderly man with a long white beard stepped forward, eyes sharp like a hawk.

"You have appeared in our world without warning. State your name and origins."

Liu Feng, ever observant, took a moment to assess the situation. He could tell from their stance and tone that they weren't immediately hostile, but they were wary. Answering incorrectly could lead to unnecessary conflict.

He spoke slowly, his voice steady. "My name is Liu Feng. I come from a distant land."

The elder narrowed his eyes. "Your aura is strange… You possess neither the Qi of a warrior nor the energy of a cultivator. Yet your mind remains steady, unshaken by your sudden arrival. Fascinating."

Liu Feng did not respond. Instead, he remained composed, knowing that patience was key.

After a long pause, the elder stroked his beard and turned to the others. "Bring him to the sect. We shall see if fate has brought him here for a reason."

The Path of Cultivation Begins

Liu Feng spent the next few days observing the world he had entered. He quickly realized that this was a realm of martial arts and cultivation—a place where people trained their bodies and minds to surpass human limitations.

For an average person, learning martial arts would take years of effort.

For Liu Feng, however, comprehension was effortless.

Within mere days, he understood the flow of energy called Qi. He watched others train and deduced the fundamental principles of their techniques with ease.

By the end of the week, he was already stronger than some of the lower-ranked disciples, despite never having trained before.

But there was something more.

As he meditated under the moonlight, he sensed something beyond Qi—something vast, limitless, and eternal. Unlike the energy of this world, which was bound by techniques and cultivation levels, this power felt like it belonged to the entire universe itself.

A realization dawned upon him.

"This world… is only the beginning."

Thus began Liu Feng's journey—one that would take him beyond the limits of mortal cultivation.

One that would last 100 quintillion years.

And one that would eventually bring him back to Earth—where only one minute had passed.

The journey had begun.